Crossing the Streams

I’ve started a new story. It’s one I’ve been kicking around for about two years, and so far I’m still pretty excited about the project.

I’ve been trying to get to know my protagonist. For some this may be an easy thing, but I find it difficult. I have to really think about it. For months. I imagine what he would do in different situations. What he would say. I try to get deep inside his head.

This has proven to be a problem. You see, I’m trying to do the same thing for Juror # 11 (I know, yet ANOTHER post about the play). And quite frankly the two characters are very different. So I find myself in the play wanting to react like the character in my story. That doesn’t work, because the character in the story would probably start beating on a few of the other jurors.

However, it’s a good exercise for me. If I can’t keep more than a single character in my head at once, I’m going to have a hard time writing novels. Unless the novel is about the sole survivor of the human race. Or a hermit. Maybe I should write a book about the Unabomber.

Opening night it tonight. We’ll see which character shows up for the play.